((I'm off to sleepy-byes, but I'll leave this one before I go. Night everyone!))
"Ah, the 'Rock-Man'... forgive me, I'm afraid the boy doesn't know your name yet, so neither do I..." An annoyed sigh came from the throne's occupant.
Bellah looked at Genii who was tiptoeing closer to the chair. She silently gestured, warning him not to get too close, but the Siren was determined to find out who the voice belonged to.
Genii leapt the last couple of steps and held his sword out towards... a fleshless skeleton... wearing a rusted old crown. The Siren's arms and sword slowly lowered and his expression was a mixture of confusion and disgust.
"...what?" Genii turned the throne around to show the others what he'd found - the skeleton's lower jaw dropping off with a 'CLONK' as he disturbed it.
Bellah was concerned about the deception. She adjusted the grip on her dagger and adopted a fighting position.
"Hahahaha... sorry, I couldn't resist." The owner of the voice stepped forward, materialising (as if from dust) directly behind Genii. What appeared before the group was a tall emaciated man with grey skin, golden eyes, and a bald head - which was adorned in a crown made of daggers. He grinned as Genii turned to look at him, revealing yellow pointed teeth.
"... nice to see you in the flesh, Chokraa." The demon winked at Gen before raising his gaunt face and skeletal arms to address the group. "My name is Aatma, welcome... welcome to Oblivion!"
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